The land where boundaries are blurred

The flat land just west of Montreal near the confluence of the Ottawa and St. Lawrence Rivers is one of my favourite places.  Looking across the fields and one could easily think he was in Perth County in southwestern Ontario.  There are lots of big barns and dairy farms.  The only difference is that the fields are narrow remnants of the old seigneuries that formed the basis of contemporary Quebec's municipal and property boundaries back in the French colonial days.  I like this area because I can look out of one window and see to my right the Adirondack Mountains off in the distance in New York State.  To the east I can see the Monteregian hills which lead into the Green Mountains of Vermont.  To the north are the Laurentians.  Straight ahead is where two rivers that served as Canada's early highways of trade meet.  And of course there's Montreal, the colourful, cosmopolitan, and often quirky or corrupt metropolis with a big personality.  This area is more than a confluence of waterways, mountains, and fertile fields.  It's where explorers traveled, it's where colonists colonized.  It's where those rivers were harnessed at Carillon, Cedars, and Beauharnois for electricity.  It's the nexus of the St. Lawrence Seaway too.  There's a sense of connectivity and commonality in this corner of the country.  The boundaries are there, but they seem blurred.  Provinces run together, countries are differentiated, but only out of official necessity.  History and economy seem to transcend them.